Elves with guacamole hair dip playing in the fields of the Sourcreme Love Goddess. Elvish coffee
addicts strung out on caffeine. Sky-clad in translucent tuxedoes; lost in your dream…
Eating the moss that grows over the babbling brook; on the backside of a rock that doesn’t like to
play chess. Playing music on magical flutes. Made from the cured skins of purple, three toed,
giant, gymnastic caterpillars.
And as the horizon climbs over the sun and the moon begins her reign over the night sky; the elves
with guacamole hair dip, skip across the dust covered floor of the universe towards their home in
the living petrified tree, to discuss philosophy and wash their clean dish.
Whispering sweet nothings to their innocent, butterfly, love goddess, girlfriend type cousins.
“Why then do the stars wink at me, as I pass by, in the night sky?” Our buxom cousin questioned.
“Tis why they are drunk with thy fetching beauty in thine tight, leather mini-skirt, and airy
demeanor, in thine heaving, well-fitting, low-cut, powder blue, designer sweater.” One brother
replied.
Then the other, speaking of his cousins lovelies, began to chant the mystic tones taught to him
by the Wind playing in his lovers hair, caressing her glowing skin.
“Pass me that coffee saucer deary, and I will tell you of the dreams that pass through the empty
caverns of my wind blown mind.” And with no more adieu, the first brother recites the tale.
“Two brothers pass through the night. The elf of day and the elf of night. Elves with guacamole
hair dip in sky-clad tuxedoes. The meaning of life is no longer a mystery”.
“Psychedelics are the answer my Deary. Let the love flow like the light melting from the walls of
a violet mansion”. Then he turns to give a secret wink to his brother, in the corner.
“It’s primal bra” the other exclaims, while eating some mushies. “The urge calls!”
In other words, elves would do anything to get down someone’s pink, silken laced underwear.
Preston DePaz
&
ap Taliesin
©1992
This poem was written, sitting at the bar at Common Grounds(?) in Reseda(?). We were both trying
their Brazilian Vanilla Nut coffee for the first time when we starting taking turns writing lines
on a napkin.